The graduation ceremony
starts at 9:00 a.m., and he has to be there at 8:00 a.m. That’s
the tough part.
I spend all afternoon
Friday getting ready for a possible houseful of visitors. Well, maybe not exactly a “houseful,” but
anything over five in this skinny townhouse equals a houseful amount. The house is as clean as it’s getting, which
means it’s a little dusty and a lot pollen-y.
Deal with it. I made food, baked a cake, and swept all the
green, pollen-coated crap out of the driveway and off of the walk. I even washed the bathroom hand towel again
so it would be fresh.
Either way, by the time
many of you read this, I will be deep into the crush of humanity trying to
stuff itself into the arena. Hopefully,
I’ll find a place to park that isn’t connected with the venue (lest I want to
be stuck in the parking garage for hours), and hopefully I won’t get lost going
in or coming home. I used to know many
ways in and out of Queen City; not so much any more.
Here’s to another
graduation. I am quite proud to admit that
I’m getting rather good at this.
Congrats, Kiddo.
